Ever ... with anyone. It’s wonderful.” She held the back of his head and they kissed. “I love you, Jeff,” she said as she caressed his shoulde... blades and buttocks. Chelsea began rocking her hips. “Mmm ... When I move like this I get some stimulation.”“Inside or out?” he asked.“Both ... but especially inside.”“I must be up against your prostate ... or, whatever is left of it after all the hormones.”“It feels really good.” She continued rocking her hips.Jeff lifted onto his elbows and began. "I, uh, picked out some clothes for you", I said, averting my eyes from the shower curtain that hid her body from view but threw a sexy silhouette in the morning sun."Leave it on the hook, will you?" she asked.I left them on the hook. Right now, my dick and my brain were in a serious argument, about what to do. I wanted her bad, but I didn't know if she was just open minded or inviting me. I wondered if there was electricity between both of us, not just from my side. I couldn't take another. As we kissed she dropped her shorts revealing the prettiest teen hips and pussy I had ever dared dream of. Quickly we dropped to the floor of the forest and she rolled me over and climbed on me letting me push into her as she slides all the way down fully impaling herself on me. She was so tight I was momentarily afraid I would hurt her instead, she just went to work bouncing up and down on me driving me in and out. She was inexperienced, but what she may have been missing in technique she. Stepping back in time, Jake felt himself slide from his bar stool. He knew the feeling. Long unfamiliar and distant. Rising from some deep dark place inside his ancient body. As if his heart had been waiting for his mind. The urge. The instinct. The butterflies.Never rush... each step is deliberate... each swing of the arm... the way your shirt creases as you walk.. the way you breathe in sync with your slow gait as you cross the room... shoulders squared... chin set defiantly... nature itself.